Saturday, January 31, 2015

Motion/ Blackbirds


Like a cyclone they come;
A whirlpool of black.

Rotating and dipping, swirling and twisting,

blocking the sun
with their funnel of life,

swooping to Earth on their ancient pathways.

They flash their red like a politician’s vest

or a dance hall girl, out on the town.
~Wanda Stricklin Robertson